Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
The Cure,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.